Remember our stake ’tis my coat or your shroud
Now answer and win—can you one?”[38]
“What silent, my Dumby, when most I you need
Dame Fortune our wishes has crossed,”
When a voice from beneath, howled, “your fate is decreed
The game and the gamesters are lost.”
Then strange! most terrific and horrid to view!
Three Demons thro’ earth burst their way:
Each one chose his partner, his arms round him threw
And vanished in smoke with his prey.